Even though it had returned to the safest place, the system still felt a chill run down its spine. It wanted to shout that it had seen a ghost, but then it remembered the eerie look in Chaochao's eyes earlier.

She immediately shrank back, looking pitiful.

It seems that for the people living in this world, it is the supernatural thing, sob QAQ, how could this be...

Yes, it's a ghost, what is it afraid of?

The system recovered and felt confident again. The tingling sensation that had made all the core code go numb was probably what people call post-traumatic stress disorder.

"Huh?"

Sitting on the small cushion, Chaochao looked down, staring in confusion at the slightly trembling fishing rod in her hand.

The system quickly popped up to prove its innocence: "It wasn't me, Chaochao, this time. I didn't call out!"

This time, it's definitely not because I was scared that my hands were shaking.

As the fishing rod trembled more and more violently, the light in Chaochao's almond-shaped eyes grew brighter and brighter, and she quickly climbed up from the deck.

Huo Qin, who was leaning back in his cabin with his eyes closed, was drawn to the little dumpling's sudden movement.

In the bright sunlight, Chaochao's imposing figure stood tall and majestic, her legs spread apart, her breath concentrated in her lower abdomen, ready to rise.

Those two delicate little hands gripped the branch tightly, their faces contorted as they pulled back with all their might, making a childish, angry sound.

"Fish—come—"

Huo Qin raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

It probably got tangled in seaweed.

He immediately stood up, strode over to Chaochao, and pressed down on the swaying dumpling, saying, "Stand still, or you'll fall into the lake."

While the little one was distracted, the other hand quietly grasped the end of the branch and lifted it up without anyone noticing.

He was already thinking about how to comfort the disappointed child later.

If possible, he would have the diver catch a fish and hook it, but—

Huo Qin looked down at the branch in his hand. There were only a few sparse green leaves on the slender willow branch. He frowned in a rare moment of trouble.

There are no fishhooks here.

Huo Qin first prepared her mentally, "Zhaochao, you can just treat fishing as a mental experience..."

Before the word "experience" could be fully uttered, it abruptly stopped amidst the clear, splashing sound of water breaking through the crack.

"Ahhh, it's a fish, a fish, a fish!" the system shouted excitedly. "This is truly a blessing from heaven!"

Its cubs are so successful, sob sob sob.

Huo Qin stared at the crucian carp that was tightly gripping the willow branch. His long, deep black eyes revealed a rare hint of confusion and doubt, and his fingers, which were holding the branch, suddenly stopped.

They actually caught one?

No fishing hook, no bait?

Suddenly losing its grip, the fish that had just been caught in mid-air plummeted to the ground.

"Ouch, my fish!!" came the little dumpling's terrified baby voice.

Huo Qin regained his senses in time and exerted force again a second before falling into the water.

Chaochao, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation for the little fish, glanced at her hands holding the fishing rod with a slightly bewildered expression.

Why do I feel like my strength is sometimes great and sometimes small? Could it be—

She has a seal inside her body; in reality, she is a warrior like the Armor Hero, transforming and reverting to her true form at different times.

Chaochao finds joy in simply daydreaming. Even though the fish has already landed on the boat, she remains in the position of raising the rod, grinning foolishly at the air in front of her.

When the fish was reeled in, it twisted its body gracefully and swung onto the boat deck, where it thrashed about not far from Chaochao's feet.

Huo Qin: "..."